As night fell, Lin Moyang finished harvesting all the matsutake mushrooms and returned home.
When Shen Youwei saw the mushrooms piled well above the rim of the basket, her jaw dropped. "This... this is so much!"
These things were precious now, rumored to be as valuable as gold in the ground. Lin Moyang had only felt the weight, but he hadn't realized there was such a massive haul. He brought out a steelyard to weigh them—good heavens, twelve jin and three liang!
Chapter 17